American Bandit - Better off Dead

Show me something
I need to believe
I want to finally see

This wasn’t for nothing
Playing these games
Going insane

Running in place
Stuck to the floor
I cannot move anymore

Clearly I’m struggling
I need to figure this out someway, somehow

I am struggling
Show me something

I swear there has to be more to this than dead ends in wooden boxes
Standing in line waiting to one day die
I’m waiting
please prove me right

I know what’s on your mind
You’re caught up in it
Living a part time life
You’ll get over it
I know what’s on your mind
You always waste my time

Kill me
Bury me
If this is how it’s gonna be
I didn’t sign up for this
Put me to sleep
Better off dead
Shoot me in the head
Come on

I’m so sick of this
This same old shit

I know what’s on your mind
You’re caught up in it
Living a part time life
You’ll get over it
I know what’s on your mind
You always waste my time

Show me something
I need to believe
I want to finally see

This wasn’t for nothing
Playing these games
Going insane
Down on my knees
Begging please
Am I bad?
Am I good?
Clearly I’m struggling

I know what’s on your mind
You’re caught up in it
Living a part time life
You’ll get over it
I know what’s on your mind
You always waste my time

Put me to sleep
Better off dead
Shoot me in the head

Written by:
Simon Keith Allen, Robert John Birch, Eddie Roberts, Peter Cornelius Shand

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sentric Music

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